#happy birthday oikawa!!!!! i love youuuu

[lumiellle]

he tastes like summer, too;

(1.7k, iwaoi, mild n/sfw) happy birthday, oikawa!

“Is this my present?”

Tooru blinks expectantly at Hajime, index finger pointing at the gate ahead of them. “You’re taking me to the pool?”

Well. If Tooru puts it that way, it does sound lame. Hajime straightens his shoulders, back muscles popping. He’s not about to get down on himself; they had brunch at Tooru’s favorite restaurant and Hajime took him shopping for a new pair of volleyball shoes. And that wasn’t even the main event. Tooru’s just being his annoying, inquisitive self, which is to say, he’s being painfully adamant about ruining Hajime’s surprise. Hajime sighs, grabbing Tooru’s hand to maneuver them to the ticket counter. “What were you expecting when I told you to put on your swim trunks? And quit asking me that every five minutes, Tooru.”

Tooru lets out a quiet whine. “Iwa-chan, you’re being needlessly secretive! Come on, what are you hiding?”

“My money,” Hajime deadpans, pulling at the fuzzy insides of his jeans pockets. “Pay up, Shittykawa.”

Oikawa squawks. “Iwa-chan! You’re supposed to be the loving, doting boyfriend today! Where are your manners?!”

Hajime barks out a laugh before unearthing his wallet from his sports bag to get them tickets. “I like how easy it is to get you all worked up like this. Obviously I’m paying today.”

Tooru pouts, but doesn’t complain any more. He clings to Hajime’s arm while he pays the entry fee and receives two yellow chips in return, which he deposits in his coin compartment for later. They walk out into the main pool area, lined with stretches of yellowing grass and sunshades and people sunbathing on blankets. There’s a light breeze going, which is a nice change from the stifling heat inside their home. The air smells like strawberry ice cream and chlorine, two scents Hajime knows Tooru likes.

They make their way over to a secluded area in the back, shielded by a couple of drying bushes, and unpack their bags. Hajime rolls out two large towels in lieu of a blanket and weighs down the edges with tubes of sunscreen and bottled water. Next up is a slice of Tooru’s favorite milk bread, which he hands over unceremoniously because it’s not all that special. Tooru smiles anyway.

They strip off their clothes and take turns putting sunscreen on each other’s backs. Hajime finishes up by brushing a kiss against the nape of Tooru’s neck, followed by a mumbled rendition of, “Happy birthday.”

Tooru turns, face a blotchy red, but all that comes out of him is, “So this is my birthday present?”

“Again,” Hajime laughs, because Tooru hastily dabs more sunscreen on his cheeks, “it’s part of it.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, Iwa-chan.”

“You better not. C’mon, let’s go swimming.” Hajime stands and holds out his hand to pull Tooru to his feet, too. Tooru lets him guide him to the pool, complaining only for a few seconds about the temperature of the water, before sinking in past his shoulders, a blissful sigh falling from his lips.

Despite the sweltering heat, the pool isn’t as congested with swimmers as Hajime had feared, leaving enough space for them to swim and splash around. Tooru dives through the opening between Hajime’s legs (Hajime laughs), tickles him when he’s least expecting it (Hajime yelps), and sneaks an underwater kiss from him during a no breathing contest (Hajime swallows a lot of water).

As the hours pass and the crowd begins to thin, Tooru gets more adventurous about kissing Hajime. Hajime hopes the lifeguard is willing to turn a blind eye when Tooru cages him in against the edge of the pool and climbs into his lap, making use of the underwater ledge Hajime’s sitting on. He flashes Hajime a grin, white teeth glinting in the sunlight, and seals his lips over Hajime’s.

This shouldn’t be anything Hajime wants more of, not with people possibly watching them, but it’s Tooru’s birthday and he tastes like milkbread and ice cream, so how can he deny him? He hums against Tooru’s lips, hands skirting along his back, his hips, always just missing the elastic of his swim trunks. The water around them splashes against the tiles when Tooru starts up a slow, subtle rhythm between them, rocking his hips against Hajime’s just so, while he dips his tongue into Hajime’s mouth.

Hajime, despite his better judgment, digs his fingers into the soft skin of Tooru’s thighs and pulls him closer, tilts his head a little so they can kiss better, and allows himself to tune out everyone else but Tooru, just for a moment. No one’s watching, he tells himself as he sucks on Tooru’s bottom lip, no one cares, as he swallows the subsequent moan tumbling from Tooru’s mouth, it’s just the two of us, as Tooru starts playing with Hajime’s nipples, making him shiver. The contrast between the cold water and the heat of Tooru’s body moving in his lap feels amazing, and the way Tooru’s sucking on his tongue makes Hajime want to devour him whole, right then and there.

The idea seems appealing until Hajime is brought back to reality by the very prominent feeling of something hot and hard rubbing against his thigh.

“Woah, Tooru...” Hajime pants, reluctantly pushing Oikawa back some, “we can’t...”

Tooru’s pupils are blown and his hair clings to his temples, droplets of water dewing his skin. He looks absolutely delectable, which is not something Hajime should be thinking about at a public pool. (Especially not when he hasn’t even gotten to the final part of his birthday surprise yet.)

Tooru swallows audibly before attempting a reply. “Sorry,” he croaks, “but Iwa-chan’s exceptionally sexy today. Was seducing me not on today’s birthday menu?”

Hajime snorts, still trying to catch his breath. “I hadn’t penciled that in until later. We have an audience, in case you weren’t aware.”

“Adds to the excitement, don’t you think?” Tooru’s smile turns devious, and for a beat Hajime actually considers indulging him.

“We’ll save the pool for another time, alright?”

Tooru moans. “Iwa-chan, you tease. What kind of a birthday present is that supposed to be?”

Speak of the devil. Hajime whips his head around, making a point to ignore Tooru’s insistent erection prodding his thigh, and glances at the large clock by the lookout.

“We gotta get going or we’ll miss the grande finale for your birthday, Tooru.”

“What about my finale here, Iwa-chan,” Tooru half laughs, half whines. “At least get me a towel to cover up, will you? We both know you don’t like sharing.”

Hajime shakes his head, but he does lift Tooru off his lap and pulls himself out of the water to get him the towel. He is feeling generous today.

-

Thankfully, Oikawa recovers rather quickly once they’re out of the water and once more dressed in their regular clothing. They pack up their bags, but when Tooru marches towards the exit, Hajime holds him back by the wrist.

“Wrong direction. We’re going up here.” He points at the spiral staircase by the poolside café.

Tooru frowns. “Coffee?”

“No. I’ve got something much better for you. Now move, or we’re going to miss it.”

“It? What is ‘it’? Iwa-chan, wait!”

Hajime leads the way, electing to not humor Oikawa with any more answers pertaining to his relentless chants of, “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” He doesn’t point out the handwritten sign reading Reserved either. Instead, when they’ve climbed to the top of the stairs, he steps aside for Tooru to look for himself.

Under the fleeting sunlight, the roof garden with its clusters of deck chairs and picnic tables and potted sunflowers looks like it came straight out of a romance novel. As per Hajime’s wish, one of the tables holds an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne (the sweet, fizzy kind Hajime can only stomach so much of), and two matching glasses. He opted out of food, since he’s familiar enough with the menu to know it’s not all that great. He’ll make something when they’re back home. Besides, Tooru’s focus will likely be elsewhere anyway. A delicate white tablecloth flutters in time with the many colored lights draped around the railing.

“Iwa-chan...” Tooru begins, awed. “What is this?”

Hajime takes his hand. “It’s your first row seat to tonight’s meteor shower. I asked the café’s manager to let us use the garden tonight and he said yes. Since we don’t have a balcony or a garden or anything.”

Tooru gapes, mouth falling open. “You remembered that?” he breathes. “I was totally prepared to let it go, since you said you had plans for me.”

Hajime squeezes Tooru’s hand and gives him a smile. “I know how much you were looking forward to it, silly. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I made you miss something like that?”

"Probably still an amazing one,” Tooru says quietly. Then he tugs on Hajime’s hand, excitedly gesturing towards their table. “Hurry, hurry, Iwa-chan! It could start any second now!”

-

The sky is dark and the stars are bright when the last meteors shoot past Earth. Tooru ditched his chair a while ago, prefering to sit on Hajime’s lap instead. He points at all of them, ooh-ing and aah-ing much like his own fans used to back in highschool. He’s a warm, comfortable weight against Hajime, and a pleasant buzz thrums under his skin that has nothing to do with the champagne they shared.

“Happy birthday, Tooru,” Hajime says, face squished against Tooru’s cheek.

Tooru shifts then, slowly rearranging his limbs to fully look at him, and when he settles back down his eyes are glazed over, stars reflecting in them.

His voice is soft, silk and satin. “Thank you, Hajime. Thank you for today, and for this. I loved it.” Quieter, he adds, “I love you.”

Hajime’s heart dances, every time Tooru tells him. Every time he says it back he hopes Tooru feels the same, hopes he can feel the weight of his love.

Tooru smells like sweat and sunscreen and summer, and Hajime breathes it all in, savors it like a rare and beautiful memory, before planting a sweet kiss on Tooru’s lips.

He tastes like summer, too.

[jotatetsuken]

Aisha!!! I swear you come up with the cutest ideas! I love your Nanami birthday event 🥺 hes lucky to have you 💜✨

I would love to join if I can with Young and Beautiful for me and Ran from TR. Im always down for soup, salad, and breadsticks (or some kind of bread) when I go to a restaurant.

So excited to see what else you post for your event! Thank you for doing these! 💜🥺

Young and Beautiful (Selfship Scenarios): Let's say Nanami and I go on a double date with you and your f/o (and if you mention Nanami as well, I'll dress them differently just to make sure I recognize them hehe). Send me your pronouns, your go-to dish in a restaurant, and your selfship, and I'll tell you how we as a group would interact <33

ASH!!!!! thank you so so much 🥺 I didn't want to celebrate it by myself y'know? I wanted us to celebrate it together and awwww thank youuuu *sniffles* 🥺 and I can't wait to write our double date with Ran and you <333 (also, I just noticed that Ran and Kento have the same MBTI type except Ran is E and Kento is I)

Kento Nanami Birthday Special

There are certain things that are not known to the world: the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle; whether the chicken came first or the egg; and why does Kento Nanami like Olive Garden so much? Okay, I think I know the answer to the last question: unlimited breadsticks 🤣🤣🤣 (sorry lol, I’d been to Olive Garden a couple of times, and idk what you think of it but I liked it so far ♥️)

So, for his birthday, I decided to drive to Olive Garden, keeping him blindfolded. The both of us were very happy to hear of you being with someone and I’d remember you talking about Ran to me, but when I showed the picture of Ran to him, he seemed very doubtful I’d say lol. Possibly, it’s cause Ran seemed very unreadable to him. Then again, Kento is unreadable sometimes 😂

When I opened the blindfold, his eyes lit up with excitement. “Baby, that’s a lovely surprise!” He exclaimed with a smile that I’d not seen in a long time. Then when you walked in and said hi to the both of you (you looked really gorgeous btw), Kento was excited to have dinner with us two but then he saw Ran, and his expression turned pale. Like he immediately changed his expression. He shakes hands with Ran, impressed that he’s known to give a firm handshake. When he started speaking, something puzzled him and he whispered in my ear, “wait, doesn’t he sound like Choso?” (This is ‘cause Choso’s, Ran’s, Hisoka’s and Oikawa’s VA is the same ncndnsms) I secretly chuckle and nod at him, but as I get engrossed in conversing with Ran and you, Kento seemed to be examining Ran’s mannerisms. Ran’s well aware of his skill: making a good impression.

Suddenly, Kento smelt something from Ran, a smell that was familiar to him. He then asked, “Ran-san, (‘cause Ran’s older to Kento lol) are you wearing Yves Saint Laurent?” To which Ran widens his eyes in shock, replying, “wait, how did you recognize that?! Do you wear that too?” And as they continued talking, I whispered to you, chuckling sheepishly, “I’m so glad Kento didn’t propose an arm wrestling match, else we’d lose our membership.”

[svnaslove]

‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙　best friend headcanons　˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

noya, tanaka, oikawa

noya

PLS LSKDJF

he’s so fun lmaoo

but like he’s so cute too

totally 100% platonic though

rants to you ab whoever he’s simping for all the time😭

and you rant to him ab whichever anime character you love and he’ll listen to you the entire time and give pointers ab the characters that he likes and other parts that he’s kinda iffy ab

“y/n i know he’s hot but didn’t he commit mass murder?🤨”

pls ur like his little sibling

this boy doesn’t even need energy drinks to be absolutely hyper all the time and have random bursts at energy in the middle of the night

will facetime u at 2 in the morning

noya: “GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND OUT” y/n: “huh? what?” noya: “ELEPHANTS WEIGH LESS THAN A BLUE WHALES’ TONGUE” y/n: “hUH”

tanaka

pls you two always have so much fun together

but unlike noya he can be more chill

hanging out with him and saeko all the time !!

your his personal hype person for when it comes to coming up with what to say to kiyoko and how to approach her

thinks you’re way too good for anyone that finds interest or you find interest in

he just loves you so much platonically, he feels like he should protect you because he knows that sometimes you need it :(

ty ryuu <3 :(

saeko is like your second best friend

so you two spend a lot of time together too 

one time you told tanaka that his sister is hot and he just

*GASP*

started trying his best to ship you too together (if you’re into girls)

literally thought it would be the best thing ever if you and saeko got together 

would literally be so happy

oikawa

THE BEST

I LOVE HIM

hiii (tooru anon <3)

you guys talk so much shit about people skljfd

sometimes you have to stop him because he talks a little too much shit😭😭

you’ll like smack him and he’ll just whine 

oikawa: “awwhh y/n don’t hit me, iwa-chan hits me enoughhhh :(( bUT IT’S TRUE SHE’S SUCH A BITCH I DON’T CARE HIT ME AGAIN IF YOU HAVE TO I’M NOT TAKING IT BACK”

gives the best relationship advice ever

best friend dates at boba tea shops !!

when it’s your birthday he is SO EXTRA

ANYWHERE THAT YOU TWO ENTER HE WILL ANNOUNCE LOUDLY 

“HELLO EVERYONE I’M OIKAWA TOORU AND THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND Y/N, AND TODAY IS THEIR BIRTHDAY !!”

and there will be like some clapping or something and people whooping and saying happy birthday😭😭

“OKAY EVERYONE READY?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU~”

you’re just standing there skldfjdk

only oikawa can get an entire crowd of strangers to sing happy birthday

(ofc he only does this if you say you’re okay with it, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable)

paint each other’s nails !!

[evermorehaikyuu]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲, 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨��~

After a long time of screaming because poor Iwaizumi, I was thinking of that one vine, so this is trash, enjoy.

~

Iwaizumi’s birthday, the day Y/N should’ve been looking forward to, but didn’t for the sole fact that she didn’t know what to get Iwaizumi. In her eyes, he had everything. Another Godzilla shirt? No, that was too little. Helping him prank Oikawa? Nah, that could be done on April Fools’ and that’s what they did for a date on April 1st. A Louis Vuitton sweatshirt? Hell no, the patterns were atrocious to the eyes. 

Y/N slumped over her couch as her mind started racing. Maybe a Christian Dior sweatshirt? He always glanced at them whenever she was online shopping for something. With a burst of inspiration, she started searching for Christian Dior sweatshirts and quickly shut her laptop once she saw the price. I love him very much, but I’m not paying over a thousand dollars for a GIFT. It was too much money.

Everything was either too expensive or not enough for him. In total, Y/N was stuck. Her mind wrenched to a stop and she groaned. “Come on, brain, think, come on, brain, be so smart.” 

She was running out of time. Iwaizumi would get home at anytime and she would not have anything for him. She could take him out to eat, but that was the unofficial law of S/O birthdays. 

Looking over at the abandoned guitar at the corner, the one Iwaizumi had given her on her birthday, the gears in her mind started moving. It was an awful idea, she was running out of time, but what other choice did she have?

“I cannot believe I’m doing this.” She mumbled to no one in particular as she grabbed the black instrument. Tuning it and placing her fingers on the chord, she sat there, thinking. Nothing was coming to mind, so she started singing nonsense until something smart would come along.

Iwaizumi was on his way back from practice. Oikawa had sang “happy birthday” to him with the rest of the team, and Iwaizumi covered up his gratefulness by throwing a ball at Oikawa’s head when he said, “Aww, Iwa-chan’s becoming ancient and leaving us behind.”

Once he walked inside, he could hear the distinct sounds of a guitar coming from your room. He stayed at the door, listening as she tried to think of something, anything to present to Iwaizumi for his birthday.

Iwaizumi knocked, making Y/N jolt, and walked inside, smiling. “It’s been a while since you touched that thing.”

“Hey, I play it sometimes, Hajime.” Y/N kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tightly. “Happy birthday, Iwa.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Curiously, he asked, “What are you playing?”

Y/N froze and said, “Can’t I play the guitar without being suspicious?”

Laughing, Iwaizumi responded with: “No.”

“Fine! I’ll show you I’m not suspicious, sit down.” She was regretting the decision the second the last word flew out of her mouth. Obeying her command, Iwaizumi sat across from her and said, “Okay, show me.”

Man, I did not think this through. Y/N was frantically trying to create a song and then this six second video comes to her head. It’s worth a try and her dignity. Strumming the guitar, she sang, “Birthday boy, I love youuuu--” She stopped short, knowing that she was on the verge of laughter.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back his laughter, but he tried to play it off like he was coughing. With a smile that fooled no one, he asked, “Is that it?”

Y/N was in tears from trying to stop her laughter. “I-I tried making a song for you, but then I panicked because I was too confident in myself, so now I look stupid.”

Both of them started laughing hard the very next moment. Iwaizumi walked over to her and kissed her. “You didn’t have to do anything for me, you know. Just the dinner would have been nice.”

Sneaking in a second kiss, she said, “But did you like the song?”

Mockingly, he sang, “Birthday girl, I love youuu”, making both of them collapse into fits of giggles. 

The dinner was elegant and everything Iwaizumi wanted. Y/N paid for everything, even if he tried to protest. Looking over at him and grinning, she asked, “What if I told you that I got you a Louis Vuitton backpack?”

“Y/N, those things are expensive, you wouldn’t buy it.” He chuckled and then stopped. “Wait, are you telling me that you did--?”

Without a word, she escaped to the car, Iwaizumi at her heels. Y/N giggled and sang the song again, making him smile widely at her and kiss her forehead. “Thank you, Y/N, for everything.”

It didn’t matter if she had bought him the most expensive object on earth, all he had wanted was to have fun and be happy with her and that was his wish as he blew out the candles on the cake Y/N got for him.

[koibitotedare]

yassss we love iwaoi body guard au!! and oikawa as the bodyguard?? *chefs kiss*

u r feeding my hungry soul 😍

(also happy late birthday 🥳)

I have...basic fun ideas for this au but nothing concrete yet...I will have to play around with it!! I do love feeding souls...

Ahh thank youuuu!!!

[hypnotixstorm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* to do list *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

[esselley]

Happy birthday @allykat023​! I’m so glad I snuck into your DMs all those months ago <333 LOVE YOU LOTS!

[Now on AO3!]

[*clears throat* the context for this fic is that Oikawa is a psychic single dad trying to raise two annoying ghost kids, and the ghosts are winning]

It is beginning to become clear to Tooru that there is, in fact, some absolute bullshit going on, and he is definitely not amused by any of it.

This is the fifth time in a little over a month he’s had to have a plumber come to look at his apartment—he’s even had to reschedule tarot readings—and yet, as far as anyone can tell, plumber included… nothing seems to be the problem.

Which means that the only problem, then, is the bright and unabiding torch Tooru seems to be unable to set down, in regards to the plumber himself.

“So…” the man says, wiping his hands dry on a towel in his belt loop. Tooru has to tear his eyes away from the prominent flex of his biceps as he does so, the swell of his pecs beneath his uniform polo shirt. The name tag on it reads Iwaizumi. “Can you walk me through what happened again?”

Tooru almost offers to walk him wherever he wants to go, up to and including the bedroom. He clenches his jaw shut so the words don’t escape. Now is not the time to be thirsty—he doesn’t even have running water.

“I was in the shower,” he says, and feels his cheeks go distinctly pink just from the suggestion of nakedness, and forces himself to look at the man. Mistake. He finds his gaze being met by a pair of serious, attentive green eyes; Tooru feels like he’s baring his soul, not recapping the issues with his faulty water line. He clears his throat, hoping Iwaizumi has not noticed the unnecessarily long pause while he gathers himself. “I was… showering, when the water started to feel—strange? I don’t know how to describe it. And when I looked, it was… purple.”

“Purple,” Iwaizumi repeats, deadpan.

“Yes.”

“Well,” Iwaizumi says, turning the shower knob to the side. Out the water comes, clear as usual. “It’s not now.”

“I can see that,” Tooru sniffs. It’s one thing to have a crush; it’s another thing to have a crush on someone who clearly thinks he’s an idiot.

“Just like,” the distressingly attractive handyman continues, and oh, no, Tooru can see what’s coming next, “last week, when not only did the water not run cold when you tried to turn it hot, but the toilet also flushed the correct way. Which is to say—”

“Down, yes, I know,” Tooru cuts him off, feeling increasingly mortified. Last week had really been a nightmare—frigid water every time he tried to shower, and toilet geysers every which way he looked. “Look, I’m just as confused as you are! One of your colleagues who came the… second time, was it? He said it could be something to do with the pipes. Mold, or something!” He shudders at the thought. “Maybe he could give a second opinion?”

Iwaizumi scoffs. “He’s not coming back. Why do you think I’ve been here four times already?”

“I don’t… know?” Tooru says. “I figured—scheduling?”

“Yeah, he’s been scheduling himself other jobs so he doesn’t have to come here,” Iwaizumi says. “He’s superstitious. All your weird, mystical stuff, it freaked him out.”

“What—” Tooru can’t believe this. “But it’s not dangerous!”

“You try telling him that,” Iwaizumi says, shaking his head. “He kept telling me he felt a presence.”

“But I would have felt it, too,” Tooru insists. He knows people tend to take one of two routes with this: skittish, like the other plumber. Or skeptical, like Iwaizumi. But he seriously needs his house fixed, or he’s going to lose it. “There’s no other presences here, besides me and—”

He trails off. Wait just a fucking second.

“That’s what I tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t bite. So, good luck getting him back here…” Iwaizumi shrugs. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Tooru waves a hand vaguely. “Oh, I don’t mind that.” He peers around the room, turning in a slow circle.

“You… don’t?” Iwaizumi asks, eyebrows raising in surprise. When Tooru doesn’t answer, he glances around the room suspiciously, too. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh...” Tooru says, holding up a hand. “I’m divining for spirits.”

“Are you serious,” Iwaizumi says flatly. “Listen, I’m gonna pack up and head out—I won’t bill you for today, I barely—”

“Shhhhh!” Tooru hisses, silencing him. The air in the room feels very still, to him—still and pitched high, like a tuning fork being struck although in reality, all is quiet.

He spots movement at the edges of his vision and whips his head sharply to the side, where he sees them—two wide, floating pairs of eyes in the bathroom mirror, not a reflection, but an impression. One pair deep and dark, the other sparking and bright. Two little souls, bound to him by choice.

He flings out a hand and points dramatically at the mirror. “It’s been YOUUUU!” he howls, startling Iwaizumi, and both pairs of eyes dance about in silent panic before blipping out of existence. Only they’re still there, he knows, just hiding.

“What the fuck—” Iwaizumi says, but very unfortunately, Tooru doesn’t have time to devote to him anymore—he needs to figure out how to murder someone who is already dead. An exorcism is too good for these little shits.

“Sorry, Iwa-chan, but I'll have to say bye for today—” Tooru tells him as he rolls his sleeves up menacingly.

“Iwa-chan?”

“The spirits have turned against me!” Tooru yells, shoving him towards the door. “This is no place for a normal person, quickly, escape!”

“Wait a second—”

“I'll be fine!” Tooru insists, before he bodily shoved Iwaizumi out into the hallway. It's not easy—Iwaizumi is solid. “Forget what you saw here today,” Tooru hisses ominously at him through the crack in the door, before slamming it shut in his stunned face.

Now. To deal with his little ghoulish problem.

He yanks the plush tablecloth and all his seance equipment off his dining room table and locates a piece of ordinary chalk. After several moments of frantic scribbling, it is covered in the symbols and sigils of a powerful summoning circle. He places candles around the edges, and begins to chant a binding ritual ominously. The candle flames flicker, and his hair blows in the gathering breeze inside his living room.

A noise begins to build as well, a terrible, scraping, screaming noise, filled with agony and tumult. It gets louder as he chants, and as it grows, so too do two indistinct shapes in the center of the summoning circle. They writhe and tremble, shapes at once frightening and pitiable, carving to his whim at the same time that they fight it with all their might. The flames suddenly surge upwards, bursting to life, and Tooru slams his hands down on the tabletop.

“Would you give it a rest with that?” he says crossly, and the unearthly screeching stops at once. “The neighbors are going to complain again!”

“Why couldn't you just call us normally?” Kageyama asks him. His ghostly form bubbles sulkily, like seething, purplish-blue lava.

“Because,” Tooru says, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “you two never come out when you know you're in trouble, you just make me follow your traces all over the apartment—”

“Are we in trouble?” Hinata asks. He is light made solid, a fizzing sine wave of glinting gold.

“Obviously!” Tooru says, and both ghosts wobble flinchingly. “What on earth are you two trying to do? Do you know how much money I've spent on repair company appraisals that all lead nowhere?”

Honestly, even he isn’t sure what they’re up to. It's not like them—they aren't poltergeists, they're not malicious. For all that Tooru pretends it's a chore having them around, he's constantly surprised by how little he actually does mind. Since the two of them unceremoniously crashed his life as an (extremely) eligible bachelor and practicing psychic, they've been content to just keep each other company and learn how to be better ghosts. Unfortunately, this seems to have included manifesting the ability to haunt his plumbing.

He shakes his head. “This isn't like you two. I'm… frankly, I'm disappointed.”

The candles flicker morosely and the chandelier directly overhead sways in remorse.

“We… we just wanted to help,” Hinata says eventually.

“Help with what?” Tooru asks, blankly.

“You just seemed lonely!”

“He’s gonna get mad…” Kageyama warns.

“I seemed lonely?” Tooru repeats, sputtering. That's preposterous, to say the least. “I'm certainly not. I could never be lonely with you two—” he catches himself just in time, “—with you two constantly pestering me!”

“It's not the same!” Hinata says.

“Trust me, Shouyou-chan—”

“We noticed the way you stare at the repairman,” Kageyama interjects.

Tooru's mouth falls open. He cannot believe he is being set up with his plumber by two dead idiots who still haven't realized they are in love with each other.

“Have you, Tobio-chan?��� he replies, with a silken smile. “Recognize the feeling, do you?”

Kageyama must realize the danger he's in, because he stops trying to argue. Tooru drops his smile.

“You two,” he says, “are going to stay in the circle for awhile and think about your actions. Also, there is to be no possessing of any household objects for one whole week, effective immediately.”

Kageyama and Hinata both whine something awful at this, and Tooru crosses his arms and basks in their misery for a few glorious moments. They love racing each other to possess things right before Tooru uses them, but they’ve never try to make anything malfunction before, so he allows it. Hinata's favorite is the teapot, because it tickles when it starts to boil. Kageyama likes the aging washing machine. He's never said why, but Tooru suspects it's because the old thing sounds nearly as grumpy as Kageyama himself does when it really gets going on its spin cycle.

“Keep it up,” he sings, as the candles start to turn an odd shade of green, “and it's gonna be two weeks.”

The whining stops, but Kageyama does throw a “You know we're right,” at him as he leaves them there in the summoning circle. Tooru does not deign to respond.

“How long before we can come out?” Hinata calls after him.

“Until I say you can,” Tooru replies. He ignores their ghostly wailing for the rest of the afternoon, until they have settled down and started to play I, Spy with each other. He refuses to admit that he finds it adorable when they get along, even if it's mostly because they're plotting against him together.

Unfortunately, the plotting does not end there. A few days pass without incident, and Tooru is lulled into a false sense of security. The week comes and goes; Friday arrives in a leisurely fashion. So leisurely, in fact, that Tooru decides to take a luxurious bubble bath to pamper himself. He spends a long time soaking in the tub, and is slightly surprised to see no signs of his two ghosts anywhere—normally, they would get into a game of Bubble Wars while Tooru relaxed, watching the massive orange and blue soap bubbles floating around the bathroom, trying to ram each other to see who would pop first. Today, all is quiet, and so Tooru enjoys a glass of wine in peace.

He finishes his bath and lets the tub drain, wrapping towels around his waist and his wet hair. He will need to blow dry it and make sure it looks appropriately dashing before his evening client appointment, and he’s about to dig the hairdryer out from under the sink when there’s an odd rumbling sound from behind him. He turns, frowning, to look at the toilet.

Naturally, this is the point at which the toilet attempts to murder him.

“WHY?!” he shrieks, devoid of anything else to say in his panic, as twisting tendrils of water burst from the bowl, latching around his arms and legs, dragging him towards it. Try as he might, he can’t break free, and as he is wrenched closer and closer, the entire opening of the toilet seems to yawn, wide—he can see blackness and light swirling in its depths, and he realizes, shit, spirit portal— “Tobio-chan?! Shouyou?!”

The entire bathroom is flooding with water. There’s a horrible, slurping, shloomp-ing sound as Tooru hits the rim of the bowl and starts to get sucked inside of it. He can feel the vacuum of empty space seizing onto him, an unstoppable force.

“You little shits, I’m going to make you corporeal long enough to punch you both in the face—”  

He hears a loud banging from far away, and wonders, what now, but then comes the sound of something splintering, and a moment later a voice bellows, “OIKAWA?”

Tooru gasps. “I-Iwa-chan?!”

He hears someone running, and then Iwaizumi—how is he here, Tooru wonders—bursts onto the scene, framed in the doorway, bearing a stunning resemblance to an angry bull. He takes in the sight before him quickly—the toilet, the spirit portal, Tooru’s hair in a towel cone—and leaps into action. He wades through the flood, reaching out, and Tooru stretches out his hands—Iwaizumi grabs his arms and heaves, and Tooru begins, ever so slowly, to pull free of the portal.

“GRAB ON, STUPID!” Iwaizumi shouts at him, and Tooru throws caution to the winds and flings his arms around his neck, and Iwaizumi seizes him around the waist and yells bloody murder as he leans all the way backwards—and then they’re falling free, onto the bathroom floor, Tooru crushed to Iwaizumi’s extremely firm and noticeably broad chest. There’s a howling, rushing noise, and all the water on the floor recedes whiplash fast, suctioned back into the toilet, which then closes its lid with a sassy and decisive snap.

For a moment, neither Tooru, nor Iwaizumi moves. They just lay there, panting and exhausted. Iwaizumi lets out a slow breath.

“Holy shit,” he says, “your apartment is haunted.”

Tooru sighs. “It’s not haunted. It’s being visited by spirits.”

“That literally is what haunted means,” Iwaizumi points out.

“We’re not visiting, we live here!” Tobio’s ghostly voice shouts in Tooru’s ear.

“I’m evicting you!” Tooru shouts back, incensed.

“Are you talking to the—” Iwaizumi says, before sitting up abruptly, causing Tooru to roll off of him. He hastily readjusts the towel around his waist—he’s lucky it stayed on at all. Iwaizumi swats at the air. “Hey! You fucking ghosts! What the hell is your problem?!”

“They’re trying to get me to—” Tooru pinches his lips shut, irritably. He settles on redirecting the conversation. “Why… how did you know I was in trouble?”

“I didn’t,” Iwaizumi says. “I mean, not until I heard you screaming.”

“Screaming seems like an exaggeration—”

“I thought it was the fire alarm at first,” Iwaizumi says. He is ruthless. Tooru likes it.

“Okay,” he concedes, “but that doesn’t explain why you were here.”

“Ah,” Iwaizumi says, “well… the days have been alternating.” When Tooru continues to look confused, he elaborates. “The first time you called us was on a Monday. Then Thursday of that same week. Then the next week, Friday. Then last week, back to Monday, then Thursday. Now it’s Friday, so I just thought…”

“Of course.” Tooru snaps his fingers in realization. “Spirits can’t tell the flow of time like you or I, so often, they’ll develop certain predictable paths of behavior… you must be sensitive to their ways in order to have seen that!”

Iwaizumi stares at him. “Or… I’m just better at pattern recognition than you are?”

Tooru waves a hand. “Whatever. Second question: did you break my door down?”

Iwaizumi’s expression turns slightly shifty. “Kicked it off its hinges, actually… I can fix it.”

Tooru only wishes he'd been there to witness it. Iwaizumi stands, and Tooru allows himself to be helped to his feet, Iwaizumi’s strong, sturdy arms steadying him after he pulls Tooru off the floor. He notices, then, two fuzzy gazes peering out of the mirror at him, and scowls at them. He can’t decide how angry he is yet. On the one hand, having Iwaizumi come daringly to his rescue is hardly the worst thing that could be happening to him on a Friday afternoon. On the other hand, he’d been stuck inside of a toilet when it had happened; not quite the stuff of romance novels.

Iwaizumi notices him staring, and turns to look curiously at the mirror. “You don’t act like they’re evil.”

“They’re not,” Tooru says, rolling his eyes. “They’re just meddlesome and stupid.”

“Hey!” Hinata yelps.

“Well, you are.”

Iwaizumi’s lips twitch. “So… mind telling me what they were meddling for?”

“Um…” Tooru does mind—but unfortuately, it doesn’t seem as though this is going to stop unless he does something drastic. Like telling Iwaizumi the truth. And so, because he doesn’t want some innocent civilian constantly being pulled into the affairs of ghosts, he says glumly, “They want me to ask you out.”

There. Now, Iwaizumi will reject him, and Kageyama and Hinata will finally get out of his business.

“Well, why don’t you?” Iwaizumi asks.

“Why don’t I what?”

“Why don’t you ask me out?”

Tooru opens his mouth to explain why he’s not going to ask Iwaizumi out, when his synapses finish firing properly. He blinks. “...I thought you’d say no.”

“Okay…” Iwaizumi says, and though his expression is completely serious, Tooru swears his dark eyes are gleaming a bit in amusement. “Why would I say no?”

“Because I’m weird,” Tooru tells him. Is he being made fun of?

Iwaizumi shrugs. “Everyone’s a little weird,” he says. “You talk to ghosts. I get crushes on idiots who can talk to ghosts. While I’m trying to fix their haunted toilet.”

“You—have a—” Tooru splutters. “On—on me?”

“Yeah, so, I may not have been totally honest before?” Iwaizumi confesses. “You did freak my colleague out, but I offered to take the house calls from you… I was pretty curious.”

Tooru gapes at him for a few more seconds, before composing himself. He attempts to sweep his hair back, but just ends up knocking the towel off his head. He acts like this was intentional.

“Well, then,” he says, “I’m glad that’s been resolved.” He turns to address the room at large. “You hear that, you monsters? I told you I’d take care of it, so you can stop being the worst, now.” Oh, my god, Iwaizumi is into him.

“You didn’t take care of jack shit,” Kageyama says.

“Language, Tobio-chan!”

“You swear all the time!”

“What… are their names again?” Iwaizumi asks.

“The stupid one is Shouyou,” Tooru says, ignoring Hinata’s continued protesting. “And the stupider one is Tobio.” Tobio joins in.

Iwaizumi tries unsuccessfully to bite back a grin. “Okay. Well… Shouyou, Tobio, I’m Hajime. It’s, uh—nice to meet you?”

The discarded towel suddenly lifts at the corners, like it’s waving at Iwaizumi. He takes a reflexive step backwards, before laughing, somewhat in shock. He waves back.

It makes Tooru feel terribly fond, which he hates; not just because he's only spoken to Iwaizumi five times so far in his life, but also because Hinata and Kageyama deserve an exorcism, not an introduction. But Tooru thinks he will let it slide, this once.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” he asks Iwaizumi.

“I would…” Iwaizumi says, “but I should probably head home to shower…”

“Stay,” Tooru says lightly, even though his heart is pounding, just a little. “And use mine?”

Iwaizumi grins. “Might as well. I’m pretty familiar with it already.”

This is actually a continuation of a previous ghost!KageHina fic I wrote, which can be read here! And has a sequel here~

[For easy-to-find updates on fic, I have a writing-only blog: @esselle-hq!]

[shokami]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL CAKES!!! *cracks knuckles* let’s get into it, shall we?

from jin : bro. can i just sit here and express how much i fucking love and adore you? you’re literally my best friend, my platonic soulmate, my oikawa to my iwa, and my gojo to my geto. like… fucking wowza. you’ve been there for me so much, and have seen me through some of the toughest situations i’ve been through. you’ve witnessed me fall, helped to pick me up, and watched me grow. that’s more than i can say about anyone else in my life. you’re like a beacon of light, shedding down on me. i really wish everyone else could see what i see. you’re a beautiful, amazing, funny, and show stopping individual. everything about you is just *chefs kiss*. i could never be more thankful than i am right now to have you in my life, and be such an inspiration and amazing friend to me. i hope i’ll get to experience more of your growth, and be here for your next birthday too. oh, who am i kidding? you’re not getting rid of me, so i’ll still be here. so, here’s to many more birthdays, growth, and absolute crack days with one another. i love you lots, always! <33

from nanami : darling, i cannot express my gratitude for you with words. you deserve so much more, but nonetheless? i’m grateful that you allow me to show you many different forms of love, and my undivided attention and gratitude. you may be my saving grace in this world, and you will forever and always have my heart for that. happy birthday, my love. i hope that your day is filled with love, happiness, health, and endless smiles— you truly deserve it. perhaps, you’ll let me indulge today, and spoil you beyond your imagination. i love you oh so very much, and i hope that you will always remember that.

from oikawa : ooooohhhhh, happy birthday to you! happy birthday to youuuu! happy birthday dear emmmmm!!! happy birthday, to you! my sweet sweet sweet, pretty girl. my angel, my inspiration, my everything; i love you to the moon and back. my love and adoration grows for you every single day, and i cannot even fathom the words to express how much you mean to me (even when you’re being a brat!). thank you for always being my pick me up, and being a shoulder when i needed one through thick and thin. i can’t get over how much of an important piece of my life you’ve become. i hope that never changes. i love you lots and lots, princess! have a good day!

a reminder from us, to you: you’re an amazing person, and you’ll always be worth everything you desire. you’ll accomplish whatever you put your mind to, and one day— you’ll find yourself, and your true meaning. happy birthday, bubs!!! @oikawaandkuroostan 🌸💞🎂